“You can come with us if you like,” Misaki said, “but I’m taking them.” “Misaki.” Takeru took a step forward, staring down his wife with a glare that had made hardened men tremble. “That is not your decision to make.” Unintimidated, Misaki held his gaze. It had been too long since she had found the courage to fight for something. If she couldn’t fight for her own children, then who was she? What had she become?
